Her ambition was a crown
She wore faith like gown
Her powerful stride
Shifted the earth like a tide
Her beauty was mesmerising
As the sun when it is rising
Her confidence radiating
Like rays permeating.
No mountain stood taller.
Woman, is what they called her.
But some, a grinding stone
For her grace, she was known
But like a rose in the desert
She was bound for discomfort
The world stripped her of her power
For it was no place for a flower